Cypress Hill - (Rap) Superstar Lyrics:
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I came to introduce a new type of juice
Stuff I invents to make you feel real loose
No, you don`t drink it, just let it sink it
Then start feelin` it, the funky Cypress Hill s**t
People ask, "Why do you sound so funny?"
They must be talkin` `bout my funky nasal vocal money
I take control, no need to blow my nose
Just click on the chumpy and feel the funky flows
For you and your bros, him and his hoes
You don`t like it? Here`s my dick, bite it
There`s nuttin` you can do about the real one
It`s a ill sum with the ill juice, I`m the funky feel one"
Sen`ll psycobeta, blast ya if he hasta
Tell `em Sen, I`m the psycobeta master
Strikin` ya, hittin` ya, buckin` ya, f**kin` ya
Like my Buddha plant boy, I`m gonna keep pluckin` ya
Pickin` ya, then I`m gonna roll you up and light ya
Despite your booty in sight to take my joint
To get to my point, I`m talkin` about a ill trip
The funky Cypress Hill s**t
The funky Cypress Hill s**t
The funky Cypress Hill s**t
The funky Cypress Hill s**t
The funky Cypress Hill s**t
Let me tell you what happens when you squeeze, you`re juice less
You can`t get loose, so now you`re useless
Can`t feel the funk so I guess I`ll pump the wrist
How `bout this mug kiss my blunt?
Right into ya, now you`re feelin`, the chemicals vibin`
Are you realizin` that it`s gettin` better?
Surprisin` you whether or not, your s**t`s together
From the high pitched levels, comin` from my rebels
Cypress Hill imported it, boiled it in steam
But yo everything ain`t what it seems
`Cause the Cypress Hill material luxurious superior
Glory or memorial, historical, physical
Ingredients, gettin` that immediate blend
Yo, Sen take aim and let the juice now extend
Yeah, I`m still comin` atcha, but you don`t need to duck down
`Cause this is somethin` different than a psychobeta buckdown
The funky Cypress Hill s**t
The funky Cypress Hill s**t
The funky Cypress Hill s**t
The funky Cypress Hill s**t
Kick that s**t B-real, intellect filthy um, lingo
Dissed you, I control elements, suck on slow
To get you all jazzed from here to Tallahassee
This ain`t Florida, so put away the O.J.
Never in your life will you wet this
This crazy business, now you`re thinkin` [Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible] it`s good like some cheeba
The formula will run ya I`ll start takin` up a list
So you can get blitzed and you feel your head`s twisted
Now insisted, you feel it to the brim
Yo, I ain`t him, I could never be them
This ain`t poison, so let`s go out on a limb
For the boys and girls who haven`t had it yet
If you get too much and roll it too straight
Yo, it`s a fatal blow, somethin` like a [Incomprehensible]
Yeah, it`ll sting ya, [Incomprehensible]
See ya, I`m on it, somethin` for the blunted
Just what you wanted, so you can feel the high
Smokin` the Buddha Thai
Lungs expandin` and now you`re feelin` it
Yeah, the funky Cypress Hill s**t
The funky Cypress Hill s**t
The funky Cypress Hill s**t
The funky Cypress Hill s**t
The funky Cypress Hill s**t